5 comments/ 24551 views/ 6 favorites My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 00-02 By: nofaceinthemirror This is the first submission of a multi-chapter lesbian story regarding a high school senior and her travels through life. It is not full of sex, in fact, these first two chapters have none, so if that is what you are looking for, move to chapter three, which will be submitted the day after this section posts. My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 00-02 I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth, this was very unlike me for the second time today, and both times for her. "Go ahead, I cut the last boy's dick off after I gave him HIV, syphilis, chlamydia, gonorrhea and a slight upset tummy. Do you always smack your girlfriends around? Yousss' a reeeaaallll man vato, machismo, isn't yous? Gonna kick a little girly's ass who can cut your dick off? Shit fer brains." He looked stunned that I talked back to him. Honestly, I was surprised as well at the words that came out of my mouth. A part of me understood that my courage came from my affection for Rose, the girl I didn't even know. Johnny raised his fist like he was going to punch me. I stood straight and foolishly put my chin out, daring him. This bewildered him even more, and he hesitated then shook his head and put his fist down. "Not here cunt, you're good, but you'll get yours. You'll get yours real good with my dick in that fine ass. Better watch yourself dick cutter, better watch out. You're in my radar." "Better watch out," I said not knowing when to stop, "got my knife ready to cut your dick off. That is if I can find the teensy thing. Let me check my radar, oh shit, I mean magnifying glass." That angered him further, and he pushed me. Losing my balance, I fell to the floor landing hard on my bottom. Johnny turned and bowed to all the staring patrons, pointed at me and said, "This girl right here, she's good as dead." The patrons at the restaurant stared at the proceedings as if it was all part of some surreal play, only this play wasn't make believe, it's the reality of life on the wrong side of the tracks, a place where the accepted rules of genteel society did not apply. Smut rules, and this play was some of the finest smut to be seen in awhile. Pain does have a certain entertainment value for the ignorant, and Southside boasted of ignorance in never ending abundance. Johnny turned around and left, that's when I almost peed my panties because I was scared shitless. The girl was crying breathlessly and making the biggest ruckus. I didn't understand what moved me to become her Florence Nightingale, or perhaps I truly knew somewhere deep inside what fascinated me. She pulled at me with the attraction of a powerful magnet. Conceivably, it was the need to soothe another lost soul in search of comfort. She was so sad, hurting and needful of a kind word from another. Jeez, I longed for a friend also, a friend that was a girl—maybe a lover? Not many girls would hang with a lowlife like me. Infuriated, I stared down a couple of the gawkers and walked up to the victim while rubbing my tender butt. I purposely calmed myself and stood quietly. She ignored me. "Asshole huh?" I asked. She looked up and told me to fuck off with her tear-filled eyes. Ignoring the brush off, I persisted, "I'm Millie, we have algebra together. May I sit down?" Glaring at me with anger she yelled, "Why did you say that to him? He was my boyfriend." Surprised, but generally not one to back away when I wanted something, I continued, "Think about what you just said dear heart and what that shit fer brains just did." "Cunt!" "I may be a cunt among other things, but you're not the first person to anoint me with that moniker today. Girl, I'm not the one who just had an ass eat her for dinner. Do you want me to help you out or not? I'm not the shit here girl, I'm the knight in fucking shining armor--seen the movie right? Now if you want a friend to talk to, let me be your Lancelot. Otherwise, I can go back and finish my shake, which is melting goddamn you. So, may I sit down or do you want me to go?" Her eyes told me again what I could do with my lovely little self, but she surprised me as she curtly remarked between gasping breaths, "I don't own the chair. Go ahead." I ignored her attitude and asked. "Is your face okay? I saw what he did. Need some ice?" "The entire world saw and heard everything, why you care?" "Because I'm the stupid village idiot who entertains beautiful girls who love stupid boys." She looked at me and smiled through her tears, seemingly relaxing. "Sorry. I'm a stupid girl." "Honestly, that I don't know. But Ms. Jensen seems to think you're something, and I . . . I think your beautiful," I paused to let my words sink in. "Let me tell you that what this world thinks about you doesn't matter. Look around you and see the filth and intelligence in this greasy place. I come here because they make a damn good chocolate shake. Certainly not for the company, save maybe a girl I met today? How about it Cheesecakes?" She paused, "You think I'm pretty?" "No, I think you're beautiful." She looked surprised by my words and bloomed in a delightful shade of pink. "Okay. I get it, peace," she finally responded, avoiding eye contact. "Then peace it is," I agreed. She looked up at me with soft half-closed eyes; it was a different look, like she was trying to read through the exterior shell that I lived within. Relaxing the tiniest bit, it was at that moment that she opened the door that I've never left spiritually from that day forward. Wiping her eyes, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, she said, "Yeah, I'm sorry for being that way, not my best moment. Just that asshole, I really liked him and everybody heard; he took my cherry. I'm just not very smart about things sometimes." She shook her head, sighed, and looked at me with her captivatingly dark eyes. My pussy was dripping as I became lost within those eyes. How she pulled at my heart with a passion I didn't fully comprehend. No matter, I loved it though I didn't understand how this could be, all I was feeling, sensing—it was wondrous! My circumstances in life flashed before my eyes. Just this morning I was a loser with no hope. I wasn't worthy of such a wish for hope. Things like this do not happen to a girl like me, and I marveled at these strange feelings. Was I capable of emotions such as this? I was so undeserving of these fabulous feelings of loving and wanting her. I had a little trouble getting words out, but eventually managed, "You can do better and this world can suck. I can't do nothing about the cherry, but you gotta lose it sooner or later." I didn't know until later how prophetic that would be in my own life. I wanted to soothe this girl, and my hand reached over and took hers. She didn't pull away. She didn't even look surprised. Rose smiled, a shy smile that reminded me of how I felt the first time a girl held my hand as a friend in third grade. Shrugging her shoulders and catching her breath, she paused and finally said, "Not exactly beauty queen, the boys don't come knocking." That statement blew me away. Did this girl not know how beautiful she was? I chuckled to myself, but decided to play along. "Well, beauty is gonna be worse if I don't get the ice. Offer still stands, ice?" She nodded, "Yeah, that would help. By the way, I'm Rose." "Know, algebra, remember?" "Yeah right, sorry." "Back in a sec." I could tell right off that Rose was terribly insecure and lacked self-confidence. It was no wonder that she dated an asswipe like that chickenshit pseudo-gangbanging fuckhead. Maybe I could help her realize the truth about the bastard, but then perhaps she was too far gone. I certainly was not a Ms. Know-It-All when it came to the boys. Heck, I just gave my first blow job only a month ago and thought it was gross. Minutes later, I returned with ice, a napkin and a second chocolate shake. "Chocolate always helps." She took the ice, wrapped it in the napkin and placed it on her face. Avoiding the milkshake, she looked at me, smiled a little then said, "Pimples. Why are you doing this?" "Hmmm, girly, what is today?" I asked trying to think of something smart to say as I reached my hand for hers. She accepted my hand for a second time. Her magnetic dark eyes bored into me again, and I had to deliberately keep from squeezing her hand. Oh God, her eyes! They were enchanting. Twisting uncomfortably in my seat, I became winded and shaken as chills ran through my aroused body. I inhaled deeply and said, "C'mon, play along. I bought you a shake didn't I? That was my last buck, and it was supposed to be for my little sister. How 'bout it for your knight in shining armor?" She blew her hair from her face with a delicious puff of air and gave a small pout. "Okay Lancelot, Tuesday. I'll buy your sister another shake." Overjoyed the girl answered me and was quick enough to get my play on words I said, "Well, that's better Cheesecakes. According to my horoscope, Tuesday is the day I'm supposed to make a new friend. After hours of deliberation and a call to the psychic hot line, they recommended some girl I would meet at a Taco Loco. That just couldn't be a coincidence, now could it?" She smiled, "Are you always this weird?" "Only on . . ." She gave a half laugh then said, "Tuesday," and the queasiest sensation shot through my tummy and ended in my pussy. I swear I almost had my first orgasm. It was uncomfortably quiet for a few seconds then she said, "I don't think I'll be a very good friend. Loser is tattooed across my forehead." "By all means let me look." I pretended to examine her forehead with a magnifying glass. "Very interesting indeed my dear Watson, no loser tattoo, a few reckless freckles, a profundity of pimples, but no loser; don't see it." A delicious coarse laugh rumbled from inside her throat to her lips. "He's an asshole," she finally agreed and reached across the table and took my hand again as I sat down. She excited me! It took me a second to recover, "Dearest Watson, I must concur with your supposition. He certainly is a member of the species rectus assholis." She gave me her deep throated laugh again, and I took that laugh and burned it into my heart. "You nice, chica," she said. "Guess so, little too nice for my father." "What's up with that?" "Long story, volumes, worse than seeing an episode of a damn soap opera." "Can't be that bad." "Worse, but let's talk about something else. Wanna joke?" "Okay." "Asshole joke?" "Only if it's a nasty asshole joke." "Oui. My new friend is a perv, I likes!" "Takes one to know one," she said. I grinned and gave her the sweetest smile. Ecstatic over the loss of pain that bogged her down only seconds ago, a visible sigh of relief ran through me, and I consciously closed my thighs together providing me with unsatisfactory stimulation. I swallowed and said, "Ya' sure Watson? Bad asshole joke." She smiled again, and my lungs felt constricted, this girl was luscious. Jeez, her smile, those eyes, what she did to me. It was as if she entered me and lifted me to cloud nine on top of an angel's wings. I once again gathered myself and spoke, "Did you hear the one about the priest and the ass?" She shrugged. "It's really stupid, so don't get so excited," I said and went on without giving her a chance to stop me. "A Pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won. The Pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and that amazing ass won again. The local paper read: PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT. "The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the Pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper's headline read: BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS. "This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the Pastor to get rid of the donkey. The Pastor decided to give it to a Nun in a nearby Convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day: NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN." Rose smiled, causing me to momentarily pause and stare at her. "Well go on," she said impatiently while twirling her thumb on my palm, which certainly wasn't helping my already soaked panties or my recent speech impediment. I took a deep breath and started, "The Bishop fainted! He informed the Nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10. The next day the paper read: NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10. "This drove the Bishop insane, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next day the headlines read: NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE. "The Bishop was buried the next day." She laughed. Then I knew—I loved everything about her. Her firm perfect breasts topped with cherry ripe nipples, the sexy cleavage so prominent and temptingly tasty, her shimmering hair flowing like a river to her shoulders and those eyes . . . Rose made me salivate like a hungry beast. She felt something, and that something reeked of sex, warm loving sex. Sex . . . between two who loved, not two who simply desired the satisfaction of female comforting, but the sex between mates, of two souls imbued in union as one. I was a mess, and my panties were an equal mess. I knew her panties must be soaked also. My Rose Does Bloom Ch. 00-02 Reading was my prime release, followed by masturbation. Masturbation was new to me, and I hadn't quite figured it out. I didn't know how to solve this riddle of horniness in my body. Don't get me wrong, I played with my pussy, but I just couldn't do it right and hadn't been able to get myself off. Eventually, I slept again, and this time dreamed of kissing Rose. Dreaming of Rose made my sleep sweet and peaceful, albeit a little guilt ridden. Waking up the next morning, I noticed a musky smell permeating the room. My pussy had further soaked my panties with juice while I slept. Since it was early and my parents were still sleeping, I snuck to the bathroom, stripped and turned on the shower. The water was cold as usual because our water heater didn't work. Mother didn't notice, and I doubted she could rationalize any longer. I exited the shower only to find my father lurking at the door. Grabbing a towel and covering my nude body, I looked at him with disgust. "Get out!" "Why? Yous mine, I can fuckinlook," he said sluggishly, still recovering from the previous day's binge. His fat body was disgustingly ugly, with sloppy, bulging titties, and a jiggling, overhanging belly. All he had on were tight boxers, and his thick short penis protruded half erect from his shorts. He owned the word pathetic. He walked over to the toilet and took hold of his dick to pee. "Holditforme?" He asked drunkenly as I closed the shower curtain and prayed, Please God, not today, just not today. After some time, a flow of urine began to stream into the water, making a sickening gurgling sound that made me queasy. He finished peeing, then I recognized familiar heaving and realized he was trying to vomit by sticking his fingers in his mouth, not even bothering to wash his piss laden hands. A few minutes later he asked, "Baby, gemme a towel." Hesitantly, I opened the curtain slightly and reached for one on the rack. He seized my hand and pulled me out of the shower. I stood in front of him, and he took hold of the end of my towel and pulled at it. "Stop it Daddy, I don't want to do this." He was still very drunk, swaying back and forth with a glazed look in his bloodshot eyes. Slowly reaching for my towel, he almost tripped and used the side of the toilet to stop his fall and brace himself, then leaned over and breathed. The unpleasant smell of his body and breath was overwhelming. I moved quickly to the other side of the small restroom, still blocked by his body from exiting the space. Turning, he came closer to me, smiling and licking his fat lips. He eased in to within a few inches of my face and asked, "Kissy?" His breath smelled of vomit and alcohol. The stench reminded me of the day when he ran over my puppy and left it in the drive to rot, then blamed me for the animal's death because I let it out of the house. I hated him and had to forcefully keep from retching. I wanted to scream. How could he do this to me? Exploding with anger inside, I gathered my resolve and decided that was enough of this shit! As he stuck out his fowl tongue, I shoved hard, pushing him with all of my strength. He staggered and reached for the shower curtain to steady himself. The curtain, unable to withstand his weight, ripped from the rod with consecutive popping sounds and he fell, hitting his head hard against the far edge of the tub. He lay dazed for a few seconds, fat, slothful, sickening. I looked at him with disgust wanting him to die. Shaking his head to gain his senses, he turned his head and looked at me in anger, "You bitch!" Then he started heaving, and vomited nothing but spittle as blood flowed from his temple. Blood ran from his head and joined the salvia drooling from his mouth, making him look like a hungry animal, choking on his prey. I watched for a few moments, frozen in place with terror, thinking that maybe I really hurt him. Then I smiled, as he stopped heaving and passed out in the tub. I was safe, at least for today. The smile quickly faded as I realized that I enjoyed the thought of him being dead. I went to Becka's room; she was trembling. My heart broke, and I cursed my father again. This man would destroy everything around him if given the chance. I couldn't let that happen. As I dressed her, she didn't say a word and stared absently straight ahead. Breaking the silence I said, "I'll take you to playschool baby, okay?" She looked at me frightened. Then suddenly wrapped her arms around me and hugged tightly, sobbing and shaking, not understanding the hell of our household. I had to find a solution; this could not go on forever, if not for me, then for Becka. She pulled away and wiped her nose with her shirt. "You okay booger bear?" I asked her. She nodded and looked a little better. "Choco?" she asked. I smiled, choco was always a simple solution for Becka, a magic potion that always managed to change her mood. I figured what they said about chocolate must be correct, all that endorphin releasing mumbo-jumbo. "Choco," I answered. She smiled back at me. I swiped five dollars from my father's billfold, and we left. On the way, I bought Becka some chocolate milk; it was the least I could do to help make her life a little more bearable. I had to permanently get out of the house and soon. But what would I do about Becka? I couldn't just leave her with my parents. Maybe Ms. Jensen was the answer. With her on my side, I had a chance to get out, if she could just figure out what to do with Becka.